Sigh. Life goes on. My pen-pal no longer writes to me. My foot is swollen twice its normal size and stuffed into an ankle brace. I cant find any good rhyming words for shards. Tomorrow is sunday. I have gained three pounds. My hair is an impossible snarled mess. And I've got to schedule a bloody audition over the telephone! I despise telephones. I am lachrymose. Alas I will always be able to find solace in my dictionary. Ta~
Hello. I am writing. How joyous. Yes indeed. Um. so, is there a rule here that says you can write only in English? I hope not. It is such a harsh language. There. I have written a diary entry.